The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The fog rolled in off the bay. It swallowed the lighthouse. It swallowed the pier. It swallowed us. I held the line. The rope bit into my palms. The salt spray stung my eyes. I did not blink. Thomas stood behind me. He was small. He was quiet. He always was. We had been at this post for three years. Three years of gray water and gray sky. We did not speak much. Words were for other men. Men who...

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